In front of the cannonballs, their armor is like paper paste, even the huge horse body can not resist such a bombardment, it will be bombarded into a pile of rotten meat on the spot, and the better life will be hung up directly after being shot, that is the blessing of his ancestors, no need to lie where to wait for the slow blood to dry up before dying, after the slightly lucky one falls off the horse, he is directly trampled to death by the war horse behind, so it can be regarded as less sinful, the most unlucky are those who are broken hands and feet, lying where to kill the pig like a howling person, For a moment, they couldn't die if they wanted to. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In short, the results of this round of shelling were encouraging, and the formation of the three hundred Mongol cavalry was disrupted again before they could rush within the distance of their arrows.

But fortunately, these war horses had already heard the sound of cannons just now, and this time there were fewer barely frightened war horses, so that the remaining Mongolian cavalry could continue to charge.

In this way, they finally ran within a hundred paces in front of the right flank of the Song army, but they were immediately greeted by a volley of Song crossbowmen in the front row, and hundreds of iron feather crossbow arrows whistled towards the Mongol cavalry.

Each Mongolian cavalry will cling to the back of the horse, in order to avoid the oncoming Song army's arrows, although the Song army's crossbow arrows are very strong, but the real ability to shoot the enemy is very limited, this round of salvo only less than ten Mongolian cavalry arrows fell off their horses, and then were trampled to death by the friendly horses that rushed behind.

Shoot the arrows! After begging Yan to dodge this round of Song army's strong crossbow volley, he immediately straightened his waist on horseback, pulled his gong-like voice, and shouted at the soldiers who followed him in Mongolian.

All the Mongol soldiers who were lucky enough to rush here sat up straight on horseback, their left arm forward, clasped the bowstring with the wrench of their thumb, twisted their waists and exerted their strength, shouted in unison to spread their riding bows, and released their fingers at a distance of fifty paces in front of the Song army.

And the archers of the Song army also began to release arrows at this time, and the arrows of both sides staggered in the air and landed in the crowd of the other party.

The whizzing arrows pierced the air with a tooth-barring sound, and fell on the people's bodies and the ground with a pop, and there were also Mongolian soldiers who were shot by the Song army at the same time as the arrows were released, but as long as it was not a vital point, even if they were hit by one or two arrows, they insisted on not falling off their horses.

In terms of the ratio of arrows, the Song army was standing in a dense infantry phalanx, so the number of arrows was obviously much higher than that of the Mongolian cavalry.

Raise your shield! Ma Zhong, who commanded this Song army, and the officers in the front began to shout loudly.

The shield-bearer immediately stepped forward and raised his large shield, covering the body of the crossbowman at the front.

After releasing an arrow, Qi Yan immediately turned his head and dodged an arrow that went straight to the door in front of him, and then quickly pulled out another carved arrow, which was placed on the bowstring at a very fast speed, and shot towards the Song army again.

The rest of the Mongol soldiers were also like him, and they began to fire a second time at a very fast speed, and the arrows whizzed and fell towards the Song army's formation, raising clouds of blood from time to time.

Just as they were about to rush into the Song army's formation, the Song army's pikemen put down their spears at the same time, put them on the rejection horse in front of them, and pointed at the oncoming Mongol cavalry.

And Qi Yan suddenly flicked the horse's head at this time, and the war horse immediately began to turn, the armor of his thigh even rubbed the tip of the Song army's spear, swept over, but did not hit this row of guns, and the Mongolian cavalry behind him also turned their horses together, just in front of the noses of many Song troops, beautifully completed the turn, and walked towards the front of the Song army's central army formation, without using their bodies to collide with the Song army's large array.

Looking at the superb riding skills of the Mongolian cavalry, the generals of the Song army also had to admit that they were too far away from the Mongolian army in terms of playing with the technology of war horses, if it was replaced by the Song army, it was impossible to complete the turn at such a distance, they could only rely on their flesh and blood to impact the enemy array, and the result was that all the generals in the front row had to pay the price of their lives, and were stabbed to death in the spear or killed in the rejection of the horse.

However, the Mongolian cavalry was able to complete such a difficult action, and it was perfectly completed while the Song army kept releasing arrows to intercept them, which may be what people call the realm of unity of man and horse! Even from a hostile point of view, Liu Desheng had to sigh.

At this time, there were nearly 250 cavalry under the command of Qiyan, and their cavalry also caused at least the same casualties to the infantry on the right wing of the Song army, which shows that the Mongolian cavalry's cavalry and archery skills are high, and these grandsons actually chose the weakest position such as the face or neck of the Song army generals under the gallop of war horses, which made the Song army feel chills and shock.

Fast! Load shotshots! Seeing the Mongol cavalry bypass the right flank of the Song army and make a detour towards the front of the Chinese army, Xing Fang immediately shouted loudly at his artillerymen.

Just now after they saw that the Mongol army had rushed close to the Song army, they all stopped firing, and only completed the loading of the medicine bag, so as not to accidentally injure the friendly troops, and now after hearing Xing Fang's order, the gunners quickly filled the wooden stopper into the muzzle, and after tamping, they quickly filled the bag of lead bullets wrapped in linen cloth in advance into the barrel.

At this time, Qi Yan also happened to lead the army to complete the detour, and came to the front of the Song army, after they let go of the reins, they set up arrows again and opened their bows, and began to fire arrows into the array of the central front army of the Song army, so they would not let go of such an opportunity to kill and injure the enemy, so some arrows immediately spilled into the artillery position.

Xing Fang stared at the distance of the Mongolian army, and the red flag in his hand was raised high again.

Reloaded! After the reloading, the roars of the gun commanders were quickly heard.

Xing Fang saw that the Mongolian cavalry had rushed from the side to a distance of about fifty paces in front of the formation, so he once again waved the red flag in his hand, and then the artillery shook suddenly, and he retreated a few steps back, and countless lead swarmed out like bees in a nest under the urging of gunpowder, and flew towards the front of the position.

As soon as several gunners finished firing, they were shot by the arrows of the Mongol army, and one person was directly hit in the throat, and before he could scream, he threw himself on the hot gun, and the blood sprayed on the barrel, which was immediately evaporated and dried up on the barrel, turning black-brown.

Even Xing Fang, including Xing Fang, did not dodge this round of Mongolian cavalry shots, but he still deflected his body, but he was hit by an arrow from the enemy in his right arm.

The artillerymen who were wounded by the arrows immediately cursed and broke the arrows stuck in their armor, and the auxiliaries pounced and immediately carried the dead artilleryman down, and the other two seriously injured artillerymen were also carried down together and sent to the medical officer in the back to start first aid.

Looking at the Mongolian cavalry that had just rushed to the front of the artillery array, it was really miserable, they obviously hadn't figured out how powerful the Song army's firearms were, under the leadership of Qiyan, they rushed to the front of the Song army's gun muzzle at high speed according to their usual tricks, and showed the flank of the entire cavalry in front of the Song army's muzzle.

Such a good target for Xing Fang's group of artillerymen, is unthinkable, the eyes of the artillery commanders are full of the silhouette of the artillery, the artillery urged more than 100 lead bullets, like a torrential rain splashed on these Mongolian cavalry in front of them, only to see that the Song army in front of the artillery did not fall, more than 100 Mongolian cavalry with people and horses rose up a blood mist, like a high-pressure water gun sprayed into the sand sculptures piled up, one after another.

When he rushed in front of the Song army's artillery array, the Song army began to fire artillery, so he was able to avoid the bombardment of the leftmost cannon, but the Mongolian cavalry behind him was really not so good, almost more than half of the Mongolian soldiers were exposed to the Song army's artillery range, and their lives were ended at once.

The Mongol soldiers who followed behind were all frightened on the spot, and their horses could no longer keep calm when they heard the deafening sound of cannons at such a close distance, and continued to obey the control of their masters on their backs, and they all began to scurry around the battlefield with a sparse roar.

Looking at the teams of rotten flesh that appeared in front of him, it was almost impossible to tell whether it was a human corpse or a horse, or simply a mixture of the two, and all kinds of internal organs and stumps were still wriggling, such a scene made the Song soldiers who were closer all shocked and abnormal.

Some soldiers had never killed anyone in their lives, and when they saw such a tragic situation, they couldn't help but bow their heads violently and vomit up all the things they had eaten in the morning, so that some soldiers nearby who were also enduring it vomited together.

Even the initiators of this incident, many of the artillery brothers, couldn't help but retch, and involuntarily slowed down the movements at hand.

Xing Fangqiang endured his nausea, no longer looked at the tragic situation in front of him, turned his head and scolded those subordinates loudly: What are you? Still not give me a quick reload? Can't you get whipped?

The artillerymen, under the command of their respective gun commanders, hurriedly began to reload again.

Looking at the cavalry of his own side in the distance, Batu's jaw fell again, the boss with a big mouth, he just saw a sudden shock between heaven and earth, and then saw more than a dozen fires erupting from the center of the Song army, and then looked at his own cavalry, as if pushed by the tide, and then it was the scene of flesh and blood flying down together, just now he thought that the lethality of this firearm of the Song army is only Erer, that is, it is a little stronger than the bed crossbow, and the firing scene is more spectacular, As long as you get used to it, there's nothing to be afraid of.

But when he watched more than 100 of his own cavalry being cut down like rice, and even the men and horses turned into piles of bloody rotten meat, he realized that his idea was wrong.